Author's note: WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don't like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in sear...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. The author does condone consenting adults doing basically whatever they want to each other in the privacy of their own home. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. Day 1 Other than a little residual sorene...
In recent years, the music industry had been changing quite dramatically. Many of the top recording artists had gone on to pursue other activities and passions, some had even semi-retired from music altogether. Cynthia Anderson's music career was still going strong but she had found getting involved with activism to be just as fulfilling. Her passion was ani...
Not a bad pad. Okay, it's a three-bedroom house that backs on a golf course. It's on a quiet street in a small southern town. Well, okay, it's really a suburb of Orlando, Florida, but it has the small town feel despite three banks on the corner, a Publix and an Albertsons, two Chinese restaurants and a sports bar. You get my drift? I saw the ad in the paper...
Master Juan could be found at the storehouse of Antonio Perez daily in the city of Laramid. He was Antonio's best customer and friend. Every morning Antonio knew that Master Juan would need two large vessels filled with sweetest breast milk and that he would want to drink fresh breast milk directly from the tit upon arrival. As Master Juan nursed at the brea...
The work sent me here. Being that it was a quasi-governmental corporate job, the company provided everything, all I had to do was show up - corporate apartment in a corporate apartment complex with corporate furniture, a couple pieces of southwest prints on the wall like you'd see in an auto insurance office. Not very homey, but I wasn't looking to start a f...
"Training Time" I learned a lot following my decision to become my husband's slut wife. Or, more specifically, his sexual property. The first thing I learned was that he didn't have a plan. At least, not one that was as fully developed as the one he'd followed over the weekend. He was unpredictable, scattered, whipsawing from kind and nurturing to kinky...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. * It started out like any other day. I think it was a Tuesday in fact. I was reading the classifieds in yet another ill-fated a...
Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. Michelle, Mary & the 'D' Stall Girls The following events take place between 1:00 pm and 4:00 pm Friday PM Mary Tolliver looked at the split-screen showing, Selwyn Mead and Sam Warner. "The embrace was her idea?" Mary asked. Sam nodded. "I had Ben do a walk by and get her attention. The girl also embr...
1. In the yard The male human "cows" were all in the yard waiting to be milked. With the cows corralled together, the girls, Sara, Teri, Jo and Nancy liked top spend some time of a late afternoon inspecting their goods. Leaning on the rails, they ordered all the cows to line up on all fours facing away from them. Legs apart, yelled Teri, let's see what you...